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"They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won ;
For many thousand bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun;
But things like that, you know, must be
"Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won,
And our good Prince Eugene-" "Why, 'twas a very wicked thing!" Said little Wilhelmine.
"Nay-nay-my little girl," quoth he, "It was a famous victory.
"And every body praised the Duke, Who this great fight did win."
"But what good came of it at last?" Quoth little Peterkin.
'Why, that I cannot tell," said he, "But 'twas a famous victory."
THE BUTTERFLY AND THE SNAIL.
ALL upstarts, insolent in place,
His now-forgotten friend, a snail,
"What means yon peasant's daily toil, "From choaking weeds to rid the soil? Why wake you to the morning's care? Why with new arts correct the year?
Why glows the peach with crimson hue? "And why the plum's inviting blue? "Were they to feast his taste designed, "That vermin of voracious kind! "Crush then the slow, the pilfering race; "So purge thy garden from disgrace." "What arrogance!" the snail replied; "How insolent is upstart pride! "Hadst thou not thus, with insult vain, "Provoked my patience to complain, "I had concealed thy meaner birth, "Nor traced thee to the scum of earth. "For scarce nine suns have waked the hours, "To swell the fruit, and paint the flowers, "Since I thy humbler life surveyed, "In base, in sordid guise arrayed; "A hideous insect, vile, unclean, "You dragged a slow and noisome train; "And from your spider-bowels drew "Foul film, and spun the dirty clue. "I own my humble life, good friend;
"Snail was I born, and snail shall end.
"And all thy race (a numerous seed,)
ROBIN AND ANNA.
SHE listens ;
"Tis the wind," she cries:
The moon, that rose so full and bright, Is now o'ercast: she weeps, she sighs,She fears 'twill be a stormy night.
Not long was Anna wed.
A fisherman, was out at sea:
The night is dark, the hour is late,
"Oh! who would love! oh! who would wed "A wandering fisherman, to be "A wretched, lonely wife, and dread
"Each breath that blows, when he's at sea!"
Not long was Anna wed. One pledge
"Oh! who would think her portion blessed
"Whose father's on a stormy sea!"
The thunder bursts! the lightning falls!
The little cottage quakes again!—
She does not weep; she does not sigh;
"Oh! who would be a seaman's wife!
Hadst thou ne'er borne a seaman's boy-
To press his weather-beaten cheek,
Thy cheerful fire, thy plain repast,
Were ten times sweeter than the last-
And Robin still is safe at home!
I SEE before me the Gladiator lie :
He leans upon his hand-his manly brow
Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch
He heard it, but he heeded not-his eyes
All this rushed with his blood-Shall he expire
ST. PHILIP NERI AND THE YOUTH.
ST. Philip Neri, as old readings say,
Met a young stranger in Rome's streets one day;
To give young folks a sober turn of mind,
St. "Tell me, what brings you, gentle youth, to "Rome?"
Y. "To make myself a scholar, sir, I come."
St. "And, when you are one, what do you intend ?"
St. "Well; and how then?"
Why, cardinal's a high degree
"And yet my lot it possibly may be." St. "Suppose it was-what then?"
Why, who can say, "But I've a chance of being pope one day?" St. "Well, having worn the mitre, and red hat, "And triple crown, what follows after that?"
Y. "Nay, there is nothing further to be sure, "Upon this earth, that wishing can procure: "When I've enjoyed a dignity so high,
"As long as God shall please, then, I must die."
St. "What! must you die? fond youth! and at the
"But wish and hope, and may be all the rest!